{"id":42805,"date":"2017-08-06T08:23:32","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T12:23:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=42805"},"modified":"2024-10-04T14:05:09","modified_gmt":"2024-10-04T18:05:09","slug":"poem-no-24-triplicate","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/poem-no-24-triplicate\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem no.24   Triplicate"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Very little (if any) poetic merit in this, my final poem for the 2017 Poetry Marathon. But an awful lot of love.<\/p>\n<p>When I look at the old farm around me<br \/>\nThree things I never fail to see:<br \/>\nI accept how it is, I remember how it was,<br \/>\nand I still dream of how it will be.<\/p>\n<p>This is where I&#8217;ll end my days.<br \/>\nThis is where I made my start.<br \/>\nThis is where I have found my peace.<br \/>\nThis is where I&#8217;ll rest my heart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Very little (if any) poetic merit in this, my final poem for the 2017 Poetry Marathon. But an awful lot of love. When I look at the old farm around me Three things I never fail to see: I accept how it is, I remember&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":35,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,441,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-42805","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42805","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/35"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=42805"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42805\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":146243,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42805\/revisions\/146243"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=42805"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=42805"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=42805"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}